Though you are a hue of amber we perceive, A lustrous metal by definition you be. Wars be fought as an ode to thee, Precious to many - precious to me. Gold. Your shimmering glamour we do see, A regal crown, an unanimous decree. Many once crossed the conquest sea, Hoping in glistening wealth to be free. Lovely you are for the change you leave, Yet horrid you are for the families who grieve. The world turned in love and blindly naive, For the aureate light that it sought to retrieve. #color